Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

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Wings

Written for the May 2020 Block Party image instadrabbling


The rustling outside of his window was nothing unusual, and Elrond thought nothing of it until he caught a glimpse of Arwen darting away out of the corner of his eye, something large and leafy on her back. A proper glance told him she had fashioned wings out of branches, held together with strands of ivy. He smiled at the sight; she had been asking for tales of Lúthien and Elwing at night for weeks—until he saw that she was headed for the top of a very steep hill.

Papers went flying as he sped from the room. “Arwen!


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